The journey was now resumed, and the balance of the afternoon they met with no new hardships or perils worth recording. When the day was done and the shadows of coming night began to steal forth from all their hiding places where the bright sunlight had failed to locate them, the four scouts had reached the foot of the rocky mountain range and looked out upon the plain. Here they made camp and passed a pleasant night with nothing to disturb their slumbers save the distant howl of a wolf, which was a familiar sound in the ears of these lads, since they had roughed it on many occasions in the past in more than a few strange parts of the world. Although they had recently passed through some very arduous experiences these were only looked on as vague reminiscences by these energetic chums. The future beckoned with rosy fingers and that level plain looked very attractive in their eyes, after such a long and painful trip across the burning deserts and through that terrible Death Valley, where so many venturesome prospectors, gold-mad, have left their bones as a monument to their folly. When morning came again they cooked breakfast with new vim. And the fragrant odor of the coffee seemed to appeal to them with more than ordinary force because of the bright prospect that opened before them. "Ned says it might be only two more days before we get close to Uncle Job's ranch," remarked Harry, as he assisted Jimmy in getting breakfast; for since the latter was so fond of eating his comrades always saw to it that he had a hand in the preparation of the meals, to which Jimmy was never heard to offer the slightest objection. "Then it's me that will have to be studying harder on all them cowboy terms so they won't take me for a greeny," Jimmy went on to say in reply. "You just wait and see how I branch out a full-blown puncher. Right now I c'n ride a bucking pony and stick in the saddle like a leech; and I'm practicin' how to throw a rope, though I must say I don't get it very good and sometimes drop the old loop over my own coco instead of the post I'm aimin' to lasso. But I'll never give it up till I get there. That's the way with the McGraws, we're all set in our way and want baseball championships and everything else that's good to own." "Jimmy," called out Jack just then, "I think if you didn't talk so much we'd be getting our breakfast sooner, because you kind of cool things off. There, see how the coffee boils like mad whenever you hold up. How about it, Harry, isn't it nearly done? I'm feeling half-starved, to tell you the truth." "Then I'm not the only pebble on the beach this time, it seems," chuckled Jimmy, who was so used to being made fun of on account of his voracious appetite that he felt happy to find that someone else could also get hungry on occasion.